Life can seem confusing. But I reckon it’s part of its beauty.
My foot.
When I was away from home for studies, people would ask my parents on how I was coping on my own. That’s normal.
My friends (wait…. can I even call them my “friends”? Hmm… another confusing wonder of mine) ask my parents how I was coping on my own, too. That’s normal, too.
But what makes it all confusing is that they had to ask my parents to send their regards to me.
Don’t get me wrong. I am rather grateful that I am significant enough to be remembered to have regards being sent to.
But seriously…. we are friends after all. We have phones of our own; what’s more, each others’ phone numbers. If not, Facebook, Twitter, and many other no-life social networks we are signed to. So, remind me why can’t you send your regards to me on your own? (I thought we were friends…. boohoo….)
If you want to send your regards to me, you can jolly well do it on your own. Don’t ask my parents to do your dirty work for you. I don’t need your regards when you don’t even mean well to begin with. I’m fine, not like you really care.
So maybe you’d like to strike a conversation with my parents. Or are you saying that you are more comfortable talking to my parents rather than I, your friend? (Is that what you see me as?) But you know what they say, when you have nothing to talk about, shut up. I believe it is one very effective life lesson.
I don’t think I’m arrogant. I’m just making a point.
Having to beat around the bush makes you seem like the arrogant one, here.
Just saying…